Bashan Tiger lungs are about to explode.

He knew that Qin Chuan would not fight him head-on, as long as he led the men and horses to rush, the other party would immediately flee far away, and when he collected his troops and retreated, he would stick up again, like a pack of wolves, staring at them tightly, coming up from time to time to take a bite, bound to bite off a large piece of meat from him.

His men galloped for an hour, and when they were tired, and the horses were tired, it was difficult to remain vigilant for a long time, and the horses would certainly not be able to outrun each other.

The most important thing is that in half an hour, the sky will be dark, and many of his two hundred subordinates are blind, and I don't know if these people can return to Huangcong Mountain safely.

Bashan Tiger began to regret it.

If I had known, I wouldn't have made this trip.

After returning to regret it, Huang Congshan still has to return.

He didn't want to spend the night in the wilderness, it would be easier to be eaten by Qin Chuan, and the hundreds of miners in the mine could kill his two hundred men and horses with a night attack.

After weighing it, Bashan Hu asked his people to form a phalanx, and rode slowly in the direction of Lou Fu Town.

The phalanx could withstand attacks from the direction without any dead ends, and the disadvantage was that it was slow, especially for his two hundred men who had not been trained in any battle formations.

Moreover, the phalanx could not walk the main road, but could only climb over one mountain beam after another, and advance along the spacious but undulating mountains, the speed became slower and slower, and the loss of horsepower would be greater.

Bashanhu only secretly prayed, hoping that these once world-famous Lou Fu horses could bring them back to Huangcong Mountain safely.

In Qin Chuan's words, the ideal is very full, but the reality is very backbone.

The Mongolian horses with the best endurance can only run for sixty or seventy kilometers in a row, and the Lou Fu horses, which have less stamina, are already at the limit of running here from Huangcong Mountain, and they need to breathe a sigh of relief and eat some grass to recover their strength.

Bashanhu didn't dare to stay for even a quarter of an hour, he had to rush to Lou Fu Town before dark, there was a large dilapidated family in the town, the wall was high and the courtyard was deep, but there were only about 20 people, mostly old and weak women and children, he could capture the Wang family, spend the night there, and rely on the high wall of the Wang family to resist Qinchuan.

As a result, in the phalanx of the two people of Bashan Hu, the sound of horse whips sounded from time to time, and the scolding of the bandits in Huangcong Mountain.

The two hundred Lou Fu horses were not allowed to bow their heads to graze, so they continued to drive to Lou Fu with the people.

After only a few ridges, most of the horses were so tired that they were sweating profusely and their tongues sticking out.

"Master Tiger, no, if you continue like this, the horses will have to die of exhaustion, without the horses, we will definitely not be able to go back to Huangcong Mountain."

A bandit from Huangcong Mountain said worriedly.

Bashanhu looked at the sweaty mount he sat on, and then looked at the sun that was about to sink to the edge of the sky, hesitated for a long time, and finally had to grit his teeth and said: "Get off the horse, let the horses drink water and eat grass to catch their breath, the reins of the horses can't be loosened, they are all held, and they will go on the road in a quarter of an hour." ”

Hearing his words, those Huangcong Mountain thieves dismounted one after another, took out water bags, and held the reins to let the horses drink water and graze.

At this time, on a mountain beam not far away, people from Qin Chuan suddenly appeared.

As Bashan Tiger expected, as soon as they saw them stop, Qin Chuan's twenty-two horsemen rushed straight over to kill.

"Divide fifty brothers to lead the horses, and the rest of the brothers will line up in formation, so that they can taste the power of our Huangcong Mountain."

Ba Shanhu issued an order unhurriedly, then drew his knife, and stared at Qin Chuan who was rushing to the forefront with a grim look.

If the surnamed Qin dared to rush over, he had to chop him.

The men of the Bashan Tiger handed the reins to the brothers next to them, and the fifty brothers led two hundred horses, while the remaining one hundred and fifty men lined up a long line in front of the herd, with spears in front, swords in the back, and finally more than ten with horns and bows.

It is not easy to raise archers, an archer with a good quasi-head and can shoot twenty consecutive shots needs to be raised for at least three years, and Bashan Tiger has been in Huangcong Mountain for five years, and there are only fourteen archers in total.

The horned bow of all colors is carried out one hundred and twenty paces away from the wind, and as for the upwind...... There are only fifty or sixty steps, and the accuracy is not half a point.

The surname Qin is very smart, and the direction of the attack is the headwind direction of Bashan Tiger.

Seeing that the opponent had already entered the distance of fifty paces, more than a dozen archers of Bashan Tiger still did not release their arrows, and they were really not sure that they would be able to shoot the opponent in the headwind state.

At this time, the surnamed Qin suddenly pulled the reins of the horse and turned to the left, and more than 20 horsemen behind him also turned their horses' heads to the left, and shot three arrows, one of which was inserted into the chest of an unlucky Huangcong Mountain bandit.

Immediately after, the group surnamed Qin suddenly let out a sharp roar, knocked pots and pans, and released a few shots.

After turning to the left, the group surnamed Qin did not attack, but only made a strange noise around the circle, knocking pots and pans to a clang, and from time to time put a few guns.

The sound of whistling, pots and pans, and the sound of the three-eyed guns all combined to be particularly harsh, and the people of the Bashan Tiger were distraught when they heard it, and the horses behind them were agitated.

"It's not good, go and take the horses with fifty more people, don't let them frighten away."

Bashan Tiger woke up and hurriedly sent another fifty men to lead the horse.

It's just that he noticed it a little late.

The horses were all carefully selected and well-trained, and they were not so easily frightened when they went to the battlefield, but that was when the knight rode on horseback to manipulate and appease.

If the knight dismounts and no one rides to appease him, the horse is susceptible to outside influences, especially strange sounds that the horse has never heard.

The restlessness of several horses quickly spreads through the herd, and when all the companions around them are restless, the horses are frightened, and the whole herd is frightened.

Soon, the horses raised their front hooves and neighed, struggling to break free from the reins.

The Bashan Tiger led two horses alone, and they couldn't pull it at all, and in just a few breaths, thirty or forty of the more sturdy horses broke free from the reins, spread their hooves and ran out.

"Hold on, hold on, go lead the horses." Bashan Tiger shouted anxiously.

His hundreds of subordinates who put on a defensive posture hurriedly went to help lead the horses, and some of them wanted to chase the horses that ran out, but Qin Chuan's group quickly bypassed, and after shooting a few arrows and putting down a few, no one dared to go out.

The group surnamed Qin made a detour, then turned around and scattered to chase the fleeing horses.

The horses were too tired to run far.

Looking at Qin Chuan's group of people gathering their horses in the distance, Bashan Hu was so angry that his face was crooked, and he opened his mouth to roar: "The surname is Qin, Lao Tzu and you are incompatible!" ”

A laugh came from afar: "Master Hu, when you sell me to Li Biaofeng, we will be inseparable." ”

"You wait for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will not kill you and swear not to be a man."

"Hehe, Master Tiger, then you can only be a dog in the next life."

"Lao Tzu fuck your ancestors for eighteen generations."

"Okay, when I cut off your bald head one day, after you go down to the underworld to see my ancestors, let's see who whom."

"Humph!"

Bashanhu snorted angrily with a gloomy face, then turned his head to his subordinates and said: "Take out some cotton from the cotton clothes, plug the ears of the horses, from now on, if anyone's horse runs away, Lao Tzu will chop him!" ”

"Yes!"

His men hurriedly passed the word on, and then they all pulled cotton from their cotton clothes.

And those whose horses had already run away were pale in a daze.

They knew that the horsemen would not wait for them, and they were destined to be eaten one by one by the group surnamed Qin dozens of miles back to Huangcong Mountain.